@h3artrot asked : " do you remember your nightmares ? "
remi takes a breath, swirling around the ice in the glass of amber liquid she'd acquired a few moments prior. the question was a loaded one, making her recall certain things about herself that she would rather let slip away into the night sky and forget existed.
but that's the thing - remi remembered.
she remembered everything. from what it felt like to take her last breath, the searing pain of a knife piercing her throat, the sensation of drowning in her own blood as she lay on the floor of that hotel suite. forgetting would be nice, but that doesn't seem to be something that she's been offered.
a breath, slow inhale and exhale, before she responds.
"i don't sleep often," she says, taking a second to sip at the liquid in her glass, trying to ground herself in the moment. "but when i do, all i have are nightmares. sometimes they come during my waking moments as well. images that sear themselves against my eyelids."
she shifts her head slightly to glance over at clara.
"i don't have the privilege of forgetting."